Sometimes it feels as if life is the great rip within my soul. I wake in the early morning and experience love and pain, turmoil and hope. Yet the battle is won by whatever emotion I focus on the most. On this day the victor goes towards lonely, a sad lonely with old scars across his back from the pains of lost dreams, and the feeling of self doubt. All I want some mornings is to feel loved, and I am troubled so deep within that I groan in a way that only a true God could ever understand. Continue reading “The Great Tear”